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A Royal slave
<p>The Devils cry , A sinful laughter </p><p>A pride-filled mind that brings disaster </p><p>A crave for Power, His soul hungers </p><p>Desire to control in this world and yonder.</p><p><br/></p><p>“I want Gold , riches , power and fame”</p><p>To him life is nothing but a well thought game </p><p>To ensure victory he must sacrifice pawns , </p><p>Manipulating others to ensure thrill, thus makes it fun </p><p><br/></p><p>A phrase in his mind , I must be seen as a threat </p><p>Feared from the womb , Dangerous from birth </p><p>To claim power , you must be feared or loved , or even both</p><p>It’s easier to be feared than loved, that suits his coat </p><p><br/></p><p>A pathway to hell, but to him a sailor’s boat</p><p>“ I will have it all in this life, I make this oath,</p><p>I will do anything it takes even to slit a man’s throat “</p><p>His name engraved in hells ledger by his actions it wrote </p><p><br/></p><p>Ambitions he craves , but honesty slows down the work ,</p><p>“Sell water to a fish , sell the time to a clock,</p><p>Sell it all your integrity , honesty and soul “</p><p>Till your heart is tainted, black like coal </p><p><br/></p><p>At the end you sit with everything you wished and plenty </p><p>But still hollow your heart still empty </p><p>You chase a false dream and wasted your twenties </p><p>Now your life’s record is quite like a cemetery </p><p><br/></p><p>A reminder that Hell is ready to take in fools </p><p>Whose lives revolve around wealth and the money pool </p><p>But Alas he smiles ,”I’m loaded ready to go </p><p>The banks of hell better be ready I’m coming with a lot of dough “</p><p><br/></p><p>Proud to the end ,a man’s who has embraced his wrong </p><p>With list of sins written in scrolls so long </p><p>His net-worth a broken record, his neck broken from his body being hung </p><p>The life of a slave , a blissful yet sorrow song </p><p> </p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p>
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